ghostkennedy

[ghostkennedy]

hi i was just wondering if youre still allowing people to join your discord? i noticed the link in the master post was expired, thanks!

hi!!!!! been signed out for a few months and i’m still on writing hiatus, but the server is back up n running n here’s a good link https://discord.gg/bmrmy5Jn ❤️

[ghostkennedy]

Hannah have you ever read Pieces of Her? Im debating rereading it again and thought it might be up your alley !! (crime, mystery, thriller, cult, dark content, cool af women) :33

i have not!!!! i read a shit ton of books earlier in the year and last year but i’ve been mostly gaming and writing now❤️ i could totally send you my list in my notes app with ratings for some recommendations? most should be on kindle unlimited as well. most of mine are heavy on the dark romance, but definitely have some of those other aspects❤️❤️ (the ones i read also heavily inspired me to make this account)

[ghostkennedy]

MERRY CHRISTMAS HO HO HO'S

The Summoning (Spellbound pt.2)

Leon Kennedy x Fem! Witch! Reader

Word Count: 3427

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, thigh riding, clothed sex (kinda?? reader is in lingerie I'm not sure if that counts)

Summary: Leon gets busy during the holidays, having to leave for a mission just before Christmas. You do some holiday decorating while he's gone, and he gets to open his present a little early. ;) If it's a bit confusing, reader celebrates both Yule and Christmas.

I worked on this for about a week and finished it just last night, so I really hope it's still a decent piece of writing lol. I also don't write a bunch of smut so I hope that part is at least okay

Tysm @ghostkennedy for beta reading!! If you're into dark fics, Han's your gal. Go check out their writing!!

dividers by @cafekitsune

A few months have passed since your first attempt to teach Leon the ways of your practice. Ever since then, he’s been asking you to make him protection spell jars whenever he has to leave for work, “just in case,” he says. It didn’t take a psychic to know that he was starting to believe it, even if it was just a tiny bit. Tarot card pullings are a part of both your daily routines now, and Leon was well on his way to learning their meanings.

Now, it was late December, and you were once again dancing around the house with incense, the scent of which still made Leon turn up his nose. But that didn’t matter right now. He was out “running errands,” no doubt gift shopping for your and Leon’s mutual friends. Or maybe he was out to pay a bill or two and get groceries, but either way, he was out of the house. Music blaring throughout your home once more, you spun and stomped and shimmied as you put up the Yule decorations. Small holly branches were in a vase on the dining table, a pentacle hidden in a wreath outside the front door, and a large fir tree in the corner of the living room. A few pine branches and pinecones sat atop the bookshelf and your altar in the living room, giving it a fresh scent. Candles were scattered about, almost no corner was without one. A gold one here, a red one over there, the odd green or white ones sprinkled around.

Leon was never much of a decorator, never saw the point of keeping material possessions, especially if he was basically on call for the government 24/7. It made it a little harder to tell what kinds of gifts Leon would appreciate. You only got him cologne and a new pair of gloves for his last birthday, figuring he’d appreciate a more useful present. He seemed happy with it, you caught a whiff of the cologne every time he kissed you; made your head spin. But once you came along and moved in with him, he found himself looking for little trinkets to bring back, most of which ended up displayed on your altar.

So, that’s why holiday decorations are usually up to you. Not that you minded, it was nice to have free reign over how the house looked, even if sometimes you were up at odd hours of the night nearly breaking your back to rearrange things. Literally. Leon had woken up once or twice to that, finding you on the kitchen counter or catching you from when you fell off of the bookshelf.

“You can do all that in the morning, baby,” he yawned, his groggy voice filled with concern as he rubbed his eyes. “And you can ask me to help, you know. Don’t need you breaking bones just to make the living room all pretty, doll.”

You spent hours getting everything to look perfect, saving the tree for when Leon got home. Gotta make it feel like he participated at least a little, right? Mistletoe hung just above the entrance to your home, a nice surprise for when your partner returned home. You sat in the kitchen, decorating a log at the dining table for a while before getting up and taking a break to make some cookies for you and your boyfriend to enjoy. Fun holiday cookies, with a bit of a witchy twist.

You washed your hands and gathered up the ingredients for the average person’s sugar cookies. But you were no average person. From the kitchen cupboard, you pulled a jar filled with dried lavender and a paper bag of rose petals. You stared at them a moment before deciding against the rose petals, putting them back. Do you make a syrup first, or just drop the lavender buds into the dough? Or do you simply wait and press the lavender in just before it goes into the oven? Thinking it over, you decided the best way to get what you wanted out of the cookies was to mix the flower buds into the dough, as it would better hide the texture while still being delightfully floral. So you do just that, sprinkling a little bit of lavender into the bowl and putting the jar back from where it came. You decide on fun little decorations, carefully arranging purple and green colored sugar into the shape of lavender on a few of the cookies before tossing them into the oven along with a few orange slices to dry out.

And then comes the sound of the door shutting.

“Looks like someone was busy today!” Leon calls from the doorway. You sprint over as fast as you can, quickly giving him a series of pecks all over his face. When he playfully raises an eyebrow at you in affectionate confusion, you point up at the ceiling above the door. He chuckles, amused as he sets a few bags on the floor. He then wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss, swaying along to the music coming from your phone hooked up to a speaker in the living room.

“How’d the errand running go?” You ask, curiously trying to peek inside of the bags that lay by Leon’s feet.

“It went just fine,” he replied, moving to block the bags from your sight. “No peeking. We’ll wrap the gifts together in a bit.” He took the bags and put them in a nearby cabinet. He took off his jacket, put it on the coat rack, and kicked his shoes off before making his way to the kitchen to wash his hands.

“Hey, what’s up with the wood on the table?”

“Oh!” You walk into the kitchen after him. “I was in the middle of decorating a Yule log!”

“Looks festive.” He moved the log to sit on top of the cabinet he put the gift bags in. “You really take the whole holiday decorating thing seriously, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I like making the place look pretty!” You smile.

“Every room is a thousand times prettier the second you walk into it,” Leon kisses your forehead.

“Oh, shut up,” you scoff.

“What? It’s true!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cheesy.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

“Yeah, I do.” You sigh, hugging him.

The smell of lavender and citrus permeates the kitchen, and you release yourself from Leon to take the baking tray out of the oven. It lands on the top of the stove with a bit of a clatter, filling the room with its wonderful aroma a bit more strongly now.

“What’s that? Cookies?” Leon asks, sneaking up behind you, reaching out to grab a cookie and wiggling his fingers. You smack his hand away.

“You’re gonna burn yourself.” You warn him, shooting over a glare.

“If it’s something you made, it’s worth it.” Leon reaches around you, grabs a cookie, and immediately recoils, hissing in pain as he shakes his hand, dropping the cookie back onto the tray.

“Told you.” You smirk.

“That you did.” He walks to the sink to run his hand under cold water for a moment. Once he feels the pain has dulled enough, he makes his way back to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you on the forehead. “Well…since you’ve done a lot today, how about we order takeout? As a treat.”

“Okay. How’s pizza sound? Or…actually, maybe I want Chinese food…” You go back and forth between the two, thinking of the different reasons for each. Leon chuckles at your indecisiveness.

“We can do both. You’ve earned it, doll.” Even after you’ve lost count of how many times he’s used the pet name, it still makes your face turn beet red.

“You spoil me.”

“That’s my job.”

And so the two of you sat in the newly redecorated living room, sifting through all the different ornaments to decorate the tree as you waited for your food to arrive. Leon of course was in charge of the star, him being the taller one in the house. Dried citrus slices, cinnamon, and other natural decorations hung from the branches, along with several sparkling garlands, glass pixies, and snowflakes. By the time you got to wrapping the colorful lights around the fake evergreen, the doorbell rang, signaling it was about time for a break.

Neither of you bothered to grab plates, agreeing that neither of you wanted to do dishes tonight. Instead, you opted to just use the plastic forks that came with the bag of takeout containers, and ate the pizza straight from the box as you stared up at the television screen, watching whatever Christmas movie happened to be on. At some point, you hopped back off the couch, finishing up the tree and glancing up at the TV every so often.

Now it was Christmas Eve, and some grinch of a bioterrorist had Leon off to work again. Can’t they take the day off too? Take a break from trying to destroy the world and all that when you’re trying to spend time with your boyfriend? Fucking rude. But the fact of the matter was that they don’t give a fuck, and you had to sit at home, waiting, unsure of his safety, as he couldn’t text you while he was out. In your boredom, you had the idea to come up with yet another surprise for him. You grin devilishly, deciding to go shopping for Leon’s present.

After breakfast, you headed out for the nearest department store, browsing the aisles for hours before settling on a cute floral set that was a bit heavier on the greens. You tossed an elf hat into the basket as well as a few other things you thought Leon might like. A few bows tossed in at the last second, and you were on your way back home. As soon as you got inside, you wrapped all your gifts (aside from the lingerie) and placed them underneath the tree. The rest of your day was rather uneventful. You took a nap around two o’clock in the afternoon, had leftovers for dinner, nothing special.

And then came the text.

Of course, you hadn’t been expecting one, especially not from your boyfriend. Not so soon. Guess it either wasn’t that big of a threat, or he had help. Or maybe he was just that good. Or all of the above. Whatever the cause of his early return was didn’t really matter, it just meant you’d be able to see the look on his face sooner than you’d anticipated. Giggling and giddy with excitement, you slipped on the lingerie set, hat, and some festive stockings you had hidden in a drawer somewhere. You stuck one of the ribbons on your chest above your heart, turned on the lights of the tree, and assumed your place underneath it, waiting patiently for Leon’s return.

Quite some time after you first sat, you were halfway to falling asleep when you heard the lock click open, signaling your partner's return. At first, Leon didn't seem to notice, assuming that the lack of light (aside from the tree) meant you were in bed. It was your hair getting caught on a branch that made him look over.

“Oh? Look what we have here…” Leon knelt down to your level after taking off his jacket and shoes, reaching out to touch your face. “A naughty little elf, wrapped up nice and pretty for me.” He moved his hand to rest underneath your chin, his thumb just underneath your bottom lip as he gently tilted your face up to look at him. You felt yourself slip into that hazy headspace the second the words left his mouth, your teeth gently tugging at your lip as your eyes met his. He chuckled upon seeing your expression, untangled your hair from the tree, and threw you over his shoulder to carry you to bed, your hat lying forgotten somewhere on the living room floor. Once he reached your shared bedroom, Leon gently dropped you on top of the mattress, watching as you looked up at him, glassy-eyed and cheeks flushed.

“Aw…pretty baby. Been waiting for me all night, haven’t you?” You nodded, a small whine leaving your lips. “Come on doll, use your words.”

“Yes, Daddy…missed you so much,” you pout, pretty doe eyes meeting his baby blues.

“That’s my girl.” Leon sits on the bed, one knee between your thighs, and one hand under your chin as he leans down to kiss you, the other supporting his weight. Slowly, the hand on your face moves to snake around your back, gently coaxing you to sit up on his leg. You clung to him, breasts pressing into his chest as your lips moved over one another’s hungrily. Leon’s hand wandered lower, giving your ass a squeeze. He quietly laughed as you jumped at the sudden sensation.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful. I don’t even wanna take this off…” Leon slid his thumb underneath the strap of your lacy bralette, letting it slip off and hit your skin with a snap.

“Then don’t,” you breathed. Leon thought it over for a beat, a smile overtaking his features.

“My pretty little angel…you’ve always been such a smart girl.” Shivers run down your spine as Leon pulls you in for another heated kiss.

As you tangled your fingers in his hair, he slid one of his own hands underneath the fabric of your bralette, kneading your soft flesh. Slick pooled in your new lacy panties, and you slowly started to drag your clothed cunt back and forth against the rough texture of Leon’s jeans.

“Aw…gonna make a mess all over my pants, baby?” He coos, both of his hands on your hips now. 

“Mhm!” You nod, continuing to roll your hips, your voice high-pitched and whiny.

“Such a needy little girl.” Leon teased. “Go ahead, baby. Show Daddy how bad you need him.”

You found it hard to keep your head on straight as your hips started to move faster, Leon’s hands helping you get enough pressure on your bundle of nerves. Your arms hung around his neck, a dazed look on your face as you tried desperately to get yourself off. Leon always thought you looked adorable like this–made him that much more eager to bury his cock inside your soaking wet pussy. Seeing your expression, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. You looked so pretty, so desperate. He almost didn’t want to wait anymore–had to remind himself to be patient. Needed to be sure you’d be ready for him.

Your face did little to hide the pleasure you felt, the delicious friction of your clit moving back and forth on the denim nearly too much to bear. You clung to Leon a little tighter, the fire in your lower body dangerously close to spilling over.

“Le- fuck…Leon!” you cried out, voice quivering.

“Go ahead, doll. Be a good girl and cum on my lap, baby.” One of Leon’s hands comes back to your face to wipe away a tear that slipped its way down your cheek, moving to guide your face to kiss him once more. Your hips rolled harder and faster a few more times as you whimpered and moaned into his mouth, your orgasm burning through your body and leaving you shaking as Leon guided your hips to ride it out.

“My sweet angel…you did so well, sweetheart.” He caressed your body after it was over, hands lingering near your ass and soft breasts. “Guess I should give my pretty baby what she’s been waiting for, yeah?” You nodded in response, prompting an expecting look from Leon.

“Yes, please, Daddy! Been waiting so long!” Your face falls into that adorable pout again. God, it made Leon want to fuck you endlessly, so hard you wouldn’t recover for weeks. He pushed you to lie on your back, standing up to undress. Leon did his best to make a show of it, but undressed rather quickly, eager to feel your hot, wet pussy around his cock.

Your breathing picked up again as you watched him, eyes trailing over his hands as they unbuckled his belt with a few satisfying clinks. The sound had you rubbing your thighs together with anticipation. Fuck, you needed him so, so bad.

Leon, sensing your impatience, hurried to kick off the rest of his clothing, rushing back to the bed to kiss you, his body hanging over your own. The heat of his body against yours felt so nice as he reached down between the two of you to feel how wet you were. You were absolutely drenched, and he'd hardly even touched you! He smirked as his fingers delved into your slick, embarrassing wet sounds filling the bedroom.

“Leon…please…” you whined, holding back from fucking yourself on his fingers. “No more teasing…”

“So my little doll can ask for what she wants!” He pulled his hand away from your core, wrapping it around the base of his thick, hard cock. His other hand pushed your panties to the side, and he stared for a moment at your glistening folds before guiding the head of his dick to sit at your entrance. “God, it gets even more beautiful every time I look at it, baby. Love seeing how wet I can make you.” He murmured, burying his length inside of you. The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching out your tight hole. You rolled your hips up into his, signaling you were ready for him to move.

He set as steady a pace as he could, finding it hard not to just pound into you as soon as he slipped in. He'd missed you while he was out. Wanted–no, needed to feel your skin on his for days. The way you pushed yourself back to him wasn't exactly helping, either. Gradually, he picked up the pace, the head of his length hitting your sweet spot and making your pussy squeeze around him, sucking his cock in deeper.

“Shit…keep squeezing me like that and I won't be able to last much longer, angel.”

“Can't help it, Daddy…feels so good…”

Leon leaned in closer, pushing your legs to your chest in a mating press, his thrusts pushing his cock so deep you damn near felt him in your throat, leaving you breathlessly moaning as he rolled his hips. Your eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out pathetically as Leon’s thumb circled your clit, making you see stars.

“Fuck- daddy! Daddy please!” Your cunt pulsing around his cock was driving him insane, he was so close to the edge, just needed to bring you there with him.

“I know, baby girl, I know,” he purred. “Need you to wait for me, okay? Gotta be a good girl and wait until I say.” You only whimpered and nodded, unsure if you could speak any further.

Leon's thumb kept stroking your throbbing clit, your pussy clenching around his shaft was fucking heaven. His thrusts stuttered, cock twitching inside your walls.

“Cum for me, angel,” he pounded into you harder and faster now, his cock hitting your g-spot nearly perfectly every time it plunged back into your cunt. 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” was all you could say as your body twitched and writhed, the wet slapping of your bodies together sending you over the edge.

“Fuck, that's it. Yeah, that's my good girl,” Leon grunted, groaning loudly as your pussy milked his cock, making him spurt his hot, thick load deep inside. “So good for me. Love you so much, baby.” He kissed your forehead as he slipped his cock out from your hole, using his fingers to stuff his cum back inside. He steps out of the room for a minute, hurrying back with a couple of water bottles. He helps you sit up, handing you a bottle.

“Thank you, Leon.” You open the water bottle and take a sip.

“Anything for my pretty girl.” Leon smiles, climbing into bed beside you. “You okay?”

“Mhm. Just…” your sentence is interrupted by a big yawn. “Sleepy.”

“I think some cuddles are in order then, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect.” You yawn again, snuggling up to him, and laying your head on his chest. “I love you, Leon.”

“Love you too, baby.” he wraps his arms around you as you both happily drift off to sleep.

#ghostkennedy fic recs

[ghostkennedy]

WOOHOO TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!! NOW FUCK ME BETTER THAN THE LORAX COULD HAM DADDY. IM TALKING PUT ME IN A WHEELCHAIR 🗣🩵

ham daddy😭😭 alright let’s do this

[ghostkennedy]

thank you for drawing this?????? thank you for sending it to me???????? thank you for making me wanna drop everything and do more ghostface leon??????????? whole reason i made this blog was cos i wanted ghostface leon and this makes me so happy😭❤️ THATS HIM!!! THATS GHOSTKENNEDY!!!!!

Nooo don't gut me like a fish, you're soooo sexy

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[ghostkennedy]

jailbird pt. 1

a resident evil cast x reader shitshow

summary: alcatraz is a little... untraditional. what else would you expect from a prison on an island, away from judicial accountability? chris redfield, prison guard, wants to make an example out of someone. might as well be the prison slut.

tw: so many here & to come: consensual non-con; object insertion; painful sex; mommy kink; face-sitting; strap on; choking; pussy eating; ass eating; daddy kink; degradation; public sex

always stay safe with the content you consume; minors dni consistent interaction with adult content can and will fuck you up in adulthood; lmk if there are any tags i miss.

authors note: my comeback. MY COMEBACK! im just happy to be writing again and posting. idc if it sucks, i did it boys. LETS GO. ada, jill, chris & [MYSTERY] content, but smut is with chris this chappy. who knows who's next hehe.

word count 4.8k

The orange jumpsuit is rough against your pussy. It always is when you sit down, the crest of the fabric, where the seam runs from the zipper, down the front of the suit, and to the crack of your ass, rubbing into your cunt lips. It’s an easy problem to fix. Just push up in the seat to sit like a normal human being, but if you do that, you can’t shift your hips in just that right way so the seam brushes over your clit. The little jolt, and the major shame that's erased as you look around the rec area to see if anyone’s catching on, pussy dripping at the thought of being caught. Being bent over this fucking table, jumpsuit ripped in half and fucked.

Who do you want it to be, you wonder. 

Your eyes land on your cellmate. You don’t know what she’s in for. Honestly, maybe it’s for just looking the way she does, because what a fucking crime. Ada’s got that air of superiority to her, always looking down on whoever she’s talking to. Literally, sometimes, since she sleeps on the upper bunk. You’ve also seen her naked body too many times. You think it’s purposeful, the way she saunters through the bathroom when your cell block showers, when she always happens to get gone the same time you do. The way her ass moves with the sway of her hips. 

She’s got a cute fucking pussy too. Clean-shaven, thin lips, pink and pretty. Not that that’s relevant to anything besides the fact you want her to sit on your face, drive her hips down so you could feel her fucking pelvic bones on your cheeks, suffocating in her cunt. Nose and mouth completely swallowed up. You picture the way she’d grind back and forth, up and down your fucking face as her head falls back, black locks falling down her slender shoulders. Does she curse? Moan? Stifle them both with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, red lipstick staining her teeth? Her stomach would flex and curl, thighs on either side of your face, smelling and tasting nothing but her. 

Her pussy would muffle your calls and moans for mommy. Yeah, she’d like that, you think. Not that she’d be into it, but she'd degrade your ass to hell and back. Oh, you need mommy? Your own never love you? Your own never smother your face with her mommy pussy? So sad. It’s okay, mommy’s here now, you pathetic fucking girl, but if you want a mommy that loves you? Look somewhere else. There’s a reason I cover your face, after all. Hold your breath a little longer, though, and maybe mommy will give you something nice. 

You’d rest your hands on her ass, palming the flesh and pulling her onto you more, slurping like a fucking animal. Your own hips would rise, your own pussy clenching onto nothing, seeking a friction that only the cold, prison air would meet. Humping the air. 

Unless…

Your eyes move across the rec area, to where a group of prison guards gather. One in particular sticks out, his hands on his belt as boisterous laughter erupts and carries across the room. Chris was always loud. You’d imagine it’d be the same with his thick cock sunk into you, balls slapping against your ass as his dick drags down your walls, head kissing your womb, a white and sticky promise to come. Of come. 

He definitely wouldn’t stifle shit, but you doubt he’d be able to get out words besides expletives while he slobbers like a fucking animal, frothing at the mouth. Uncontrolled, unhampered, fucking you like a dog in heat, and when he’d hunch over, folding your legs in half, feet towards your head even though a bitch like you doesn’t bend that way to reach deeper with that third fucking leg of his. The spittle would splay onto your face, wet and hot.

Those big, monster hands of his would grab your throat like a lifeline, cutting off yours. Thumbs pressing into the column of your throat, fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, maybe pulling at your hair if he’s got the dexterity. But Officer Chris Redfield is not dextrous. He is a man of raw strength. Each thrust into your poor, poor, pussy would feel as though it touches your esophagus, building in your stomach, which is saying a lot, since you’ve got a fucking tummy. A fucked tummy, blossoming with little Redfields. 

But if you wanted dexterity…

The other guard you know in the group stands a little away, arms crossed over her chest, them and the padding covering her tits. Crooked nose over a small smile at whatever elicited Chris’s booming laughter. You catch sight of long, lithe fingers over her bicep. They’d fuck you hard and fast, her hand bending to rub your clit while stretching you out, readying you for the silicone cock resting on her hips, long, curved. Purple. No, blue, definitely. She’d talk raw to you, you bet. Absolute filth, almost akin to your fucked up fantasies. She wouldn’t even need to look at her hands, so fast and purposeful. She’d whisper in your ear what a fucking slut you were, a desperate, writhing cockwhore, a good for nothing inmate, forsaken by society to be used as for sex, how you’re lucky she’s even wasting her time on you. 

Then she’d take you from the back, long fingers grabbing your fat tits and squeezing, maybe asking in a huff of laughter whether milk will leak from your tits, that maybe she’ll take a drink when she’s done. She’d fuck you in public: a cell, the bathroom, the library no one uses, maybe, so one hand would eventually need to press over your mouth. Better yet, those fingers of hers would slip in your mouth, and you’d wretch, choke on them as the tip of her fingernail touched your uvula. Maybe you’d puke. Maybe she’d kiss you anyway, licking away the chunks of prison meal from your chin and neck after she’s done fucking you.

She’d fuck you endlessly, through and after your orgasm, coaching you through more. Oh, how she’d wish she could cum in you, fill you with her seed, make you fat with a fucking kid, unable to move so she could fuck you again. Then, she’d promise she would eat the cum right back, swish it around her mouth and spit it down your throat.

But she wouldn’t. She promises and promises, but she doesn’t. God, who would eat your pussy out? You scan the rec area, looking through droves of prisoners and guards alike. Sure, a few stick out: Helena, Sheva, that smelly Heisenburg fellow, Carlos, Claire, Shen May, Ethan if your daddy issues get worse (because you’ve got both, baby!) But none, maybe Carlos, would go down on you with the wrath of the gods.

They’d suck and make out with your clit, tongue laving and flicking and circling it, hot breath blowing against your fat mound and labia. Their lips would drag down your slit, a hum from their throat resonating through your cunt and to your very soul until their pink tongue slips out again, limp in your hole, at first, settling between the soft muscle… until it starts to worm around in there, ever so slow, spit sticking to your inside. Their nose would, you fucking hope, be big enough for the tip to be against your clit, so they can look like they’re blowing raspberries on your pussy, because you’re a fucking baby.

Yeah, you’re a fucking baby with a mommy, but you need a complete family, don’t you? Need a father figure to blow raspberries on your fucking pussy and spread your asscheeks to lick into your cunt harder, kissing your pussy with the same intensity as your mouth, with the same spit dripping from his mouth. Your pussy juices will line his lips like a misplaced chapstick, and he’d peck your cunt one second and jam his tongue in there the next. 

He’d go lower, then, leaving a hot, wet trail down, down, down, until he presses his lips to your ass. Tight and dry, daddy’s tongue would circle the wrinkled skin before kissing it again with a mwah. Hands keeping your cheeks spread, he’d take his time before even trying to wriggle his tongue into your asshole entirely. The puckered skin will be glistening in a vile mix of your pussy juice and his own saliva, perhaps not so puckered anymore, and easy to stretch once daddy decides to eat his meal. His tongue would circle in, not strike through. He knows better. Knows you’ve gotta take it slow down here. Maybe he’d rub your clit with the rough pad of his finger to relax you so the base of his tongue would rest at your hole, the tip deep. Daddy would like it dirty, uncaring how unwashed and unprepared you were for him. 

If only someone like that existed, huh? Woe is you. Woe is literally—,

“Jailbird.” Oh. The glaze over your eyes dissipates in an instant, looking up at the broad form of Chris blocking the skylight. Beefy muscles and thick neck and busting fucking man tits that maybe you should call him mommy instead. “You deaf? Get your head out of your ass and in line.” You hadn’t even noticed the line of orange jumpsuits along the wall, with one discrete space next to Ada, who’s smirk got you dripping through your suit. As if you weren’t already.

There are plenty of things in the past ten minutes to flush over, so woe is you on what’s got your face burning in your scurry to join the line. You catch Jill’s eyes in your hurry and press your back against the brick wall. Why protocol exists every time you all are corralled back into your cell, whether it be from rec time, lunch, or otherwise, you never know. There’s no Shawshank Redemption at Alcatraz. What are we gonna do? Swim? Sure, little bright orange Nemo makes a great shot with a rifle. 

Whatever. It’s Chris feeling you up this time. Hands up, those hands of his start at your neck, pressing into your trachea with a small, small moan from you. It goes unheard. Ignored. They drag to your armpits, pressing in, then down your sides to your hips, back to your love handles, and up your spine. Then, he starts from below, around your calves, up your thighs, and over your ass, and… 

And…

Is he gonna move? Your brows furrow, and you look down at him, but Chris’s already standing over you, looming. There’s a look in his eyes. Ready? It asks. You give the slightest nod. “I’m going to need you to take your suit off.” 

“You’re going to need what now?” is your response, and you’d take a step back, were there not a cement wall behind you. Eyes are on you now, from the prisoners and guards alike. Like an idiot, you seek them out, but no one is here to help you. Ada looks like she’s about to have the time of her life. Useless son of a bitch. 

“Did I stutter, inmate?” That booming voice commands more attention. You grit your teeth, and your skin is definitely on fire now. Today is not the fucking day for this. You avert your eyes to the ground, his black boots toed against your shower shoes, bright orange rubber around your exposed toes.

“I can’t, sir.” 

“What do you mean you can’t?” Chris gets in your face, hot breath on you. No spit. Maybe your fantasy wasn’t totally accurate. You wince, both at his proximity and the echo of his voice in your ears. “Explain yourself.” 

“My laundry was stolen, sir.” A pin could drop and it’d be equal to Chris’s volume. Someone snickers somewhere. Your laundry thief, presumably, jacking it to your panties. Chris isn’t moved by your demure explanation. His eye twitches, but you swear you caught the faintest smirk pulling at the corner of his lip before it returns to a scowl. 

“I don’t give a shit if your laundry caught on fire, inmate. Suit off. Or you’re finding yourself in the hole for the night.” The hole. Alcatraz slang for solitary confinement. Hell. There’s heat, from his gaze, from the eyes of every inmate and guard in your cellblock. Goddamn it. You unzip the jumpsuit, cold air stark against your skin. You do your best to keep your tits under the fabric, and the end of the zipper rests a few inches above your crotch. Covered still. You look up, for confirmation. “All of it, inmate. Entirely.”

Your panty raider snickers again, and Ada’s still happy as a fucking clam. Her smile is approximately 0.02 inches higher than usual. 

Your tits fall first when your jumpsuit slips from your shoulders, bouncing down, nipples hard, skin wrinkled around the bud. One arm, two arms out, and you keep your eyes down. Everyone’s ogling them. You would be, if you were in anyone else’s shoes. Through your deeply resounding shame and embarrassment, you hope they like them. Or, at the very least, don’t pay attention to your side boob, spilling under your arm. Or do, if they like that. You never know. 

“To your feet,” Chris instructs, and you let the jumpsuit fall in a pile. Pussy out. Ass out. Stomach out. It’s all just… out. You shut your eyes, pretend you’re in a porn shoot or something, or maybe an auction as the top prize. Very empowering scenarios, for sure. Still beats this one. “Turn around.” Your eyes shoot open.

Maybe in your fantasy, you’d fight back, give him unmatched snark, just for your pride, but your mind is filled with liquid right now, frontal lobe melted down to nothing, cerebral cortex nothing but a red puddle in your midbrain. Monkey do. Monkey turns around, and puts “hands on the wall,” Chris says. 

Chris’s boots spread your legs, so your thighs unstick and the cellulite jiggles in the air, cunt exposed towards the floor. Your chin touches your shoulder, looking back at him. 

“This is so not protocol!” Two years in the clink, you know protocol and have seen enough shivs be confiscated to know. “I have rights!” Constitution says I do, and so does Saul Goodman.

“You lost your rights when your ass got dragged in here,” he replies. “Face forward, jailbird.” Your teeth grit, and your vein pops in your jaw and neck.

“Not my eighth amendment, sir.” 

“Oh-ho, got an attorney here, do we? Remind me what the eighth amendment says, Vinny.” Calloused fingers glide down your spine to your tailbone, resting on the crack of your ass. Chris speaks loud enough for all to hear, like Elf, but instead of Christmas cheer being spread, it’s your ass cheeks. You keep your eyes down, but Ada’s in your periphery. Her temple rests on the wall, watching. 

“No cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.” You know a rhetorical question as well as the next socially ept person, but you also know he’d pull it from you anyway, or just know the answer himself. Might as well just prove you still know something. Pride. 

“This is cruel?” His thumb tracks down, down, down, over the rim of your ass and to your cunt. “This is unusual?” His thumb breaches your cunt, and that kind of penetration is, number one, three crimes you’d file suit for, minimally, and second, nothing, feeling wise. Well, you feel wronged. Physical feeling wise?  Just a thumb inside your pussy. “I felt something back here. You carryin’ something, jailbird? Got some contraband up that pussy of yours? I’ve got the right to investigate.” His thumb strokes your slick wall. 

His thumb moves, pressing against the soft muscles, stretching them out so his circles can be longer, larger. Your head falls, chin to your chest. Okay, now you feel something, physically.  The next exhale you give is ragged, breathy. His fingers cup your cunt, tips buried in your pubes, pressing down on the flesh until it's pushed against your bone. A light pain you wince from. 

Pushed to the knuckle, Chris gives your cunt a last once around before yanking it out. “Little more, I bet,” is mumbled under his breath, and two fingers fill the clenching, wet space. You whimper, whimper, hands balling into fists while you bite your bottom lip. Chris is slow, clearly not trying to get you off on his fingers. He pumps his fingers, in and out, in and out, of your cunt, nails dragging against your walls with a slight sting. The hinges of his fingers spread, kneading your cunt open, coaxing it to stretch when all your cunt does it compress back down. “Come on, baby, cooperate with me,” he coos to your cunt, and it tightens at his praise. “There we go.” Don’t fucking reply to him! You chastise your vagina. 

Chris slides his fingers out and wraps around your head to push them into your mouth. “Slurp up, birdy. Only chance of lube you’ll get.” Fuck or die, you guess, of dry penetration. The noises are vile, tongue lathering his rough fingers, wiping in the crevice and slithering around his digits. They’re sweaty and rough. Cheeks hollowing, you suck, craning your neck forward so your teeth rest on his knuckles. Back and forth, like a cock. Like cockwork. Drool bubbles at the corner of your lips and drips down your chin. You want Ada to lick it up.

She watches. Everyone watches. Silently, of course. Your panty thief doesn’t have a lot to add now, do they? The slurps and gurgles and sucks are the only noise you can hear. Not even Chris. If he’s groaning, or moaning or any of the -oanings, you have no idea. Not until Chris nearly takes your teeth out with how fast his fingers rip out of your mouth and pushes the saliva through your folds, then into you. Coating you. “Let’s hope it’s enough, birdy.” 

“You’re dead in court,” You seethe out, head tossing over your shoulder to spit at him about the number of witnesses, the cameras all over this place, the evidence on evidence even the most incompetent attorney could in with. Oh, your confidence is at a high that very moment as you prepare to end him with the fear of reality. “Oh, no fucking way.”

“Way.” Chris ends you with the fear of reality. You see it before you feel it: the cold press of his police baton against your pussy lips. Your heart drops, ice in your veins, and pussy wet. Pussy wet? Pussy wet. Thick, dense, heavy, the rounded tip pressed impossibly against your cunt, pressed into your pelvic bone. You cry out and thrash your head around for help - from anyone: an officer, a rogue inmate, but no one moves. Everyone watches. Your eyes land on Ada, wide and teary. 

She kisses you on the mouth, tasting of cherry. Chris has nothing to say. There’s red smeared on your panting lips, before a whine follows it up as your cunt opens up to the end of the baton. No stretch compares. No toy. No cock. 

“Please, sir. This is… stop.” Your voice cracks, head dipped low as the baton rests, cunt wrapped over the tip like a condom just on the tip of a penis, except the condom is a crying mess. “Please don’t. I’ll fucking die.”  

“You won’t die.”  Chris dismisses you with a click of his tongue. “You’ll just hurt. Fuckin’ relax.” He presses the baton further, and you think your labia tears. It feels like an inch further, but you know it’s likely just be a centimeter. You wail, fist pounding against the wall as your shoulders shake and body wracks with sobs. 

“Help me, please! Everyone gonna stand there with their thumbs up their asses!? So much for officers of the peace!” “Shadd-up,” Chris’s free hand smacks you in the back of the head. “Or I’ll put something up your ass.” He threatens you with a nudge of the bottom. Every single move of it is agony.  God, it’s like you’re giving birth, but the baby’s crawling in. “No one’s coming to help you. This is just… protocol. Gotta see what you're carrying. You don’t mind, right?” 

“I perhaps mind—fuck!” You scream and nearly stumble to the ground were it not for Chris’s arm wrapping around your stomach. The baton is pressed further in from him catching your fall. “You, you, hold them up.” Ada on your left. Someone on your right. Their arms loop around yours and pull you up. You’re curled over in their grip, feet nearly off the ground and body completely curled. Your forehead is against the wall, head bobbing back and forth with your ragged pants. Ada wipes the red from your lips. 

“You ready? Gonna see if we can make some real progress down here now.” You scream before your mind could create a comeback. Your calves curl upwards, body entirely in the air for a moment before you crash to the floor, pulling the one on your right down with you. Ada lets you go before she can be dragged down too. The baton comes down with you, lodged in so it sticks out of your pussy like a tail. “No, no, leave them. This is better.” Chris stands over your sniveling form, pain pulsating through the stretched skin of your cunt, muscled to an unnatural degree. Forehead against the ground, you heave out sobs, body in shock from the penetration. 

Nothing has ever escaped Alcatraz, but your scream of pain when the baton gets pushed into your pussy inches more breaks through even the thickest of walls. Chris used the bottom of his foot and lowered it, entire body pushing the weapon into you. He hums. “Not feeling anything yet. Maybe it’s deeper in there, hm?” Your muscles are taunt, nerves shot. You’re sobbing, wailing on the floor. The baton is impossibly deep, your cunt is impossibly stretched, your very pelvis is moving to accommodate it. 

“Chris.” It’s Jill. She says no more. “Alright, alright, you’re right.” Chris grabs the handle. “Just need to loosen them still.” He coaxes the baton back, then gently pushes it forward, like a lover. His free hand massages your tailbone. Each pull takes your vaginal walls with it, and each push your cunt fights against, tightening against it. “I think they’re liking it.” 

Your weeping is indicative of that, for sure. “Whaddya say, birdy? I’ll strike you a deal. A plea bargain. You confess what you’ve got hidden up your cunt, and I won’t break it.” There’s nothing up your cunt besides an IUD set to get taken out in seven years, but you nod. Your cheek is squished against the cold floor, looking at Ada’s feet. “Speak up, birdy, or else I may just—.” 

“Yes! Please, don’t fucking tear out my insides!” 

“‘Course. Why didn’t you say so before?” Chris squats down, thick thighs supporting his weight. “Know what? Change my mind. I don’t need your deal. I think I know what will flush the contraband out. Your cum, birdy.” His strokes with the baton are as gentle as they could be, so your walls… don’t adjust, no. No adjusting to that this quick, but they tolerate it. Your pussy soaks the baton, the weapon glistening. “That’s all. Just cum on the baton, birdy. This’ll be all over. Hear me?” You nod. Chris takes it as the signal to go. He’s watching with a perverse joy, the way your pussy takes it. God, it’s making him hard. He’s got to hurry this up. His free hand rests on your clit. Your body twitches from the contact. “Gonna rub your little clit, birdy. Help ya out. Call me an officer of the peace.” His fingers press down, circling your nub with ease. You whine out, pathetic. It echoes through the prison. Using his arm, he pushes harder down on your clit, some fingers driving into your clitoral hood. 

You moan out. It’s too much, too much. Is this your punishment? You swear to whoever’s listening, you’ll never objectify or sexualize anyone again. You’ll go abstinent, for fuck’s sake. But please let this end.

The baton is set at a steady pace, not dipping deeper than what your pussy’s stretched to take. You hiccup when it touches that necking portion, whining, writhing on the floor while Chris’s hand picks up on your clit. “Come on, birdy. Come on, just cum. I’ve got people to impress here, you know. Cum.” You reply with a whimper, face contorted in pain. Pleasure? It’s all vague and intertwining in your fucked up brain. “Fucking come on.” Chris spits on your clit, then slaps it. “Come the fuck on!” “I’m trying!” You wail back, head thrown back. Your glare is dulled by the tears on your face, mouth open in horror. There’s not much you can see from this angle, just the shadow of the baton and Chris’s form over yours. 

A soft hand lifts your cheek from the ground, and full lips slot against yours. Cherry-flavored. You moan into Ada’s mouth, and the kiss turns salty. Lips gliding against yours again and again, your sniveling is swallowed by her. Your whimpers, when Chris twists the baton, are met with her tongue, slipping against yours, under yours. Touching the top of your mouth. Your teeth. Chris slaps your clit again, and your yelp parts you for a second, but Ada doesn’t let it deter her. Your neck is pulled painfully to reach her. God, she’s such a good kisser.

You’re panting into her mouth, pathetically, not even kissing her back at this point as Chris speeds his jacking of the baton. Ada kisses you anyway, lips switching between kissing your top and bottom lip. Her tongue traces your lips, or your teeth, or simply licks your tongue. Your eyes close, breath building and quickening. 

“God, you’re tightening, birdy. Finally. Fucking cum.” Chris leans over you, mouth next to your ear. His fingers slap your clit once, twice, before double down, clit engorged and taking it. “Fucking cum right now, birdy. You dumb fucking slut. You fucking worthless fleshlight for my fucking baton. Cum. Cum right fucking now or I swear to fucking god I will rearrange your guts with this.” 

You scream once again, forced to part from Ada when your forehead lands on the floor, muscles twitching as you cum. Chris rubs you through your orgasm until each touch is overstimulating. He yanks the baton from you. Your fucked out cunt clenches onto nothing, chest rising up and down, frantic. Your body is strung tight still, spasming. Chest heaving. 

“Get ‘em up. We’ve got things to do”

#ghostkennedy fic recs

[ghostkennedy]

Hiii Hannah! Thought Id give you some dark fics!

https://www.tumblr.com/sicbaby/733970101905260544/two-words-stalker-leon (stalking)

https://www.tumblr.com/wherenymphsroam/733771715482648576/real-dad-leon-coming-over-to-help-you-with-your (incest)

https://www.tumblr.com/dilfhub/734297479297859584/rotten-luck-ft-leon-s-kennedy-x (kidnapping)

https://www.tumblr.com/sicbaby/733428956184903680/sleeping-beauty (somno, psedudocest)

https://www.tumblr.com/noodle-bin/729381553770283008/scream-of-the-butterfly (cnc)

thank you for sending me recommendations. i have updated my ask/inbox rules to include my hard limit of incest, it’s just absolutely not something i’m interested in. but i hadn’t spoken about that before so you couldn’t have known.

but i did read the others and really like them!!!! so thank you for sending me these!!!!!! i’m begging and pleading for more 🙏🏻

[ghostkennedy]

like i cannot think of anything else i might have to write it 😭

my brain has been rotting with this idea and i have to share it with you. step bro leon and step dad leon… step dad catches you and step bro messing around and just stands in the doorway as you both stumble over your words and apologize and he just SAYS NOTHING before slowly walking over, bending reader over and taking over. i am not normal i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

What a perfectly normal thought to have 😌

🤭 but seriously that’s so good 😩 😩

Just stepdad Leon railing you into the bed, saying how slutty you are to just let your brother use your pussy 🥴 and now that you’ve been caught it’s only fair that your new dad gets to have his turn 😵‍💫

And stepbro Leon just watches as you’re getting stuffed full of his dad’s cock until daddy Leon is telling you to suck off your bother cause they need to teach you a lesson in being a good girl 🥴

I-I need to go run laps 🏃‍♀️

[ghostkennedy]

HI THERE :D this feel so creepy but thank u so much for liking my work!!! i've been OBSESSED with ur stuff so keep it up!!! much love <3 (also ur work has truly rotted my brain in the best way possible...lowkey addicted but shhhhh)

i loved it so much dude. was reading that shit kicking my feet n giggling 🙏🏻 and was struggling to upload for awhile but my motivation to write has come back and will be uploading more frequently soon 😏

[ghostkennedy]

Perfect body, Pretty face

Warnings: dom!Leon x fem/sub!reader, power dynamics (boss/assistant), daddy kink, mentions of nudes/sex work, taking pictures during sex, facial, condescension, slight praise, mentions of age gap (reader is in mid 20s), clothes ripping (tights), reader is bratty at some point.

hello again :3 i wanna post what i can while i have the time, so i can kinda build this page up. hope u guys enjoy this one even if i feel like i made a few mistakes and lmk where i can improve! constructive criticism, reposts and requests are always welcome :D (minors don’t interact, touch grass.)

WC: 3.3k (proofread)

When Leon first came to the D.S.O, he expected bigger missions and harder work. Not boring ass reports and paperwork. The missions were definitely longer, which meant piles atop piles of paperwork that would take longer than it should. When the D.S.O realized Leon needed more time on his reports compared to the rookies or standard agents, they gave him a hand. You, his new assistant. And god, were you helpful. You were more than a sight for sore eyes, you were distracting at first, but even more so as he got to know you. You even remembered his favorite coffee order, and what he liked most for lunch. To him, you were just doing a good job. But in reality, you just wanted to get in his pants more than anything.

Your last boss was such a douchebag, the typical mansplaining and ungratefulness. But Leon? He was such a sweetheart, and so understanding. He didn’t get annoyed when you made a tiny mistake, a couple minutes late or working slower at the end of your shift. You knew damn well your attraction to him was bad for you and this job, but Eve still ate that apple didn’t she? You were the same, always attracted to forbidden fruit. But when it was Leon, who cares about forbidden? It just adds to the flavor. Obviously being an assistant didn’t make the most money, but at least you got a pretty face to work with. And there’s no shame in a side hustle, right? That’s what you thought when you made a Twitter account when you first became an assistant, well, intern at first. The job was so damn stressful and your shitty boss didn’t help. It was harmless fun at first, posting a few lewd pictures of your cleavage or in cute two-piece bathing suits you got. And then it got even lewder, posting pictures of your bare tits, dim lighting from your computer, things like that until you said fuck it and showed all the goods. Complaining about your shitty boss became part of your brand, as well as the faceless part of your nudes. You never showed your face, only your hair if it was a full body picture, not because you were ashamed of what you were doing. Not in the slightest, actually. You were just worried about word spreading around the office, especially since you were getting fairly popular. No face, no case, right? Plus, it’s not like anyone had x-ray vision to see if you had the same tits. It’s not like it hurt business either, you had a perfect body. You weren’t the skinniest person in the world, average like most people’s bodies. But to you, it was perfect. It suited you and flaunting it made you happy.

Your brand definitely shifted when you changed bosses, less complaining about how much your job sucked to more complaining about how badly you needed your boss to look at you differently. Pictures of you up-skirt under your desk whenever he wasn't looking or left to grab you both coffee or lunch, captions that always mentioned him.

"is it bad that my boss gets me this wet?"

"wish my boss would crawl under my desk and take care of this ;p"

And they would only get more and more risky. Posts of your increasingly skimpy outfits and a courtesy picture of you out of them captioned "you guys think my boss will like? lol". A video of you cumming in the bathroom at work, another where you cheekily slipped your fingers in your cunt, rubbing your slick over your clit before giggling as you turn the recording off.

Leon really didn’t mean to find something of yours this personal, he was just a guy looking for porn where he knew he could find it. He may be old but the man still needs to get off. And he was a man of taste, he liked the amateur stuff, and he knew Twitter had it. When he stumbled across your account, he thought it was perfect. At first he didn't know it was you, but by your most recent posts, it was obvious. You never name dropped him, or even said what he looked like, only saying he was fine and looked like a dilf, which was definitely an ego boost when he figured out it was you. It was easy, really. He was bored at night, couldn’t sleep like usual, and hoped that jacking off would clear his head a bit. It didn’t clear his head in the slightest when he saw your most recent video. It was of you working overtime, fingering yourself on his desk. Biting your lip to stay quiet but failing miserably as your fingers keep rubbing against that spongy spot in your walls, palm slapping against your clit. The best part? You said his name while you came. Maybe not his full name, but the way you let it out subconsciously, saying "Mr. Kennedy" in the most pornographic way possible, realizing you did and then giggling when you felt no remorse. Only an "oh shit" and a cutesy laugh as you abruptly ended the video. He was gonna say something tomorrow. He had to.

The second you walk in the door with that polite smile you always have, cute pink blouse and short pencil skirt, he waves you over to his desk. "Y/n, come here for a sec." His stern tone makes you blush and immediately walk over after setting down your bag. "Yes, sir? Is there something you need from me?" You expect him to say he needs a file or some kind of paper, but he shocks you when he turns his monitor around to show your twitter page. "You know anything about this?" You don't show it on your face, but the way you clench your jaw makes it obvious. You've got a good poker face, he'll give you that. "No sir, am I supposed to?" You get a bit of an attitude, mainly because he just totally called you out. "I don't know, you tell me." He scrolled very little down to your last post, the video. You gulp, knowing damn well you said his name. "Is that you saying my name?" His tone is still stern, but it feels more teasing now, considering his cocky smirk. He has you in a corner. "Don't you think it's a little sleazy to be prying into my personal hobbies?" Your attitude gets more prominent, crossing your arms and giving him a sharp glare. You were more prideful than anything, his smugness starting to piss you off because of how turned on you were getting. "Don't you think it's a bit slutty to finger fuck yourself on my desk?" When he shot back at you with that you froze, face going completely red. Not only was he right, you had no room to talk about his habits, but the way he said it was so fucking hot it lit a fire in you, shockwaves shooting straight to your clit.

You felt uncomfortable under his gaze, your lips parted as you felt your pulse throbbing between your thighs, knowing your panties were soaked. "You gonna say something or just come over here already? Stop wasting my time, I have work to do." It was instant when he said that, hips swaying as you walked to him, holding your hands in front of you as you looked down at the ground. "What's got you all shy? You certainly weren't shy last night." His teasing was really getting to you, making your lips squeeze as you shift your thighs again, your chest feeling so heavy with every breath you took. "Didn't I tell you not to waste my time? Sit on my desk and spread your legs." Your breath hitches at his demanding words, hopping up on his desk and spreading your legs. You thank god that it was a little chilly today, making you wear sheer black tights. Not that you'd be wearing them long, you just hope the wet spot on your panties wasn’t noticeable. "Jesus, soaked through your fucking tights? You're that excited?" His teasing made you go wide eyed, whimpering at his smug gaze piercing through you. "Yes sir.." You finally manage to speak, even if it sounds breathless and needy. Your eyes stay steady on him, taking in every feature you can. You lick your lips from the sight of his hard cock pressed against his tight slacks, not daring to close your legs in the slightest even if you were desperate for friction. "See something you like?" You watch him palm over his hard on, just watching something that sinful makes you moan softly. "I thought you said not to waste your time? What are you waiting for?" You throw any bit of shyness out the window, brattiness taking its place instead. After all, he meddled into something private, why make it easy for him? That’s no fun~

His brows furrowed as he gives you an annoyed look, groaning in frustration as he shoots up from his office chair and grabs your waist, pulling you from his desk and flipping you to bend over. He certainly doesn't waste any time now, pulling your skirt up and ripping a massive hole in your tights, making you gasp and squirm, turning your head to try and see the damage. "Don't complain, no point in denying you like it. Why else are your panties fucking drenched?" You throw him a frustrated glare before grumbling something about those being expensive under your breath. "Sorry, what was that?" You gasp as his hand slams down harshly on your ass cheek, whining at his gentle kneading on the now stinging red spot. "You're trying so hard to be bratty, when you're usually such a sweet girl. Always coming here early, bringing me coffee, remembering my favorite lunch. You don't do that because you like this job, hell, a slut like you doesn’t care about working hard. You do it because you want my attention." His hand keeps kneading the fat of your ass, making you back up into his palm for more. That doesn't stop your attitude though. "Oh boo hoo, as if you didn't love every second of it. How'd you even find my page? The nursing home gives you internet after 10?" Your bitchy tone doesn't go unnoticed by him, and neither does your smug smirk that is clearly challenging him, if anything it lights the same fire inside him, dick twitching under his slacks. He shoots you a glare that says "you really wanna do this?", as if you care about that silly warning. What's the worst he could do? "Y'know they shouldn't give a pervy old man like you access to stuff like that, it rots your brain~" You get cut off by another slap on your ass, harder than the last one, he doesn't even bother to soothe the sting with his hand. "Pervy old man? Then what are you? Some slut thinking of her boss's cock all day. How high and mighty." Another slap, and you're already unraveling by the second, the tingling sensation from his spanks sending shock after shock to your clit.

"You go on and on about me on that damn site for thousands to see, so why not take what you want? You're getting nowhere by being an ungrateful brat." He's really starting to make sense with how desperate you are to be touched, for that release you so desperately need. And with how hard his spanking is getting, it's making your head dizzy. He presses his hard-on against your ass, making you whine and grind against him. That's not enough for him though, he needs you to say it, the same way you said his name last night. "C'mon pretty girl, get what you want and ask for it, I know you can." He grinds against your ass, finally snapping through the sane part of your brain. "Fuck! Fine, please, please give it to me, I can't wait anymore, please Mr. Kennedy.." You beg in a gravelly voice, nails digging into his desk as the neediness in you builds. "Need what? You can say it." He slaps your ass again, a little gentler now that you're finally getting there, sliding his hand down to press his thumb on the gusset on your panties, hissing at how wet it felt. "Your cock, Leon, please, I need your cock so bad.." You whimper in broken fragments from your voice breaking, sighing in relief as he finally pulls down your panties, feeling your slick connect to them in strings and the cool air contrasting how hot you feel. As you heard the sound of metal clinking and a zipper pulled down you wished he flipped you over, because you really wanted to see his cock, turning your head in a desperate attempt to steal a quick glance. "Don't worry baby, you'll get a good look later." You don't care enough to question him, you care more about his tip pressed against your folds, threatening to stretch you open.

The coil of anticipation that's released when he finally slides inside you is the most euphoric feeling, growling as he fills you completely, balls nestled right against your clit. "Fuck, barely had to do anything and it slipped in so easy. Like you were made to take this cock, huh, sweetheart?" He goes slow at first, letting you adjust to his thick size, agonizing in how slow he drags his cock along your walls. All you can mutter is 'yes' like a mantra to keep you in reality, but every stroke is sending you further into that cloudy part of your brain where all you can think about is how you can feel everything. His hands on your hips to keep you in place, the way his cock kisses right against your cervix then pulls all the way out just to make you drunk off the feeling, his low and heavy grunts dangerously close to your ear, and it's all getting you even more impatient and needy. "Leon, please, go faster, need it faster." You speak through broken sobs and high pitched whines, looking back at him with a pleading pout. You can't say no to this cute face, can you? His nails dig into your hips, finally fucking you faster, and so much harder, you can feel the air in your lungs get choked out with every harsh thrust. "Just can't help yourself, can you? So fucking impatient." He can hear you getting louder, and between you and the sound of skin slapping against wet skin, he can at least silence one. "So loud, the whole fucking office can probably hear you." He puts his hand over your mouth and pulls your head up, body arching backwards as your head meets his shoulder. You can barely make out his smug grin as he looks down at you, glossy eyes with blown out pupils, your cheeks flushed a deep red.

"You look so pretty like this, looking up at me without a thought in that pretty little head. Just needed Daddy to fuck you stupid, huh?" He gets a wicked chuckle at your wide eyes, the way you clench tighter and move your hips to meet his rhythm. You curse yourself mentally for tweeting about that godforsaken daddy kink you have, or any of your kinks because now he knows every little thing that makes you tick. How frustrating. "Ohhh, didn't think I would look that far? You have no idea, spent hours looking at your stuff, even during missions I couldn't help but think about this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock." Your expression goes blank at his words, completely cockdrunk. You know you shouldn't do any of this, you can only imagine how much trouble you’d be in if someone walked in right now. But who could blame you? You couldn't name a single person who would throw away an opportunity like this. Who needs responsibility when you could have the simple yet intense pleasure that Leon Kennedy brings?

"Almost went crazy when I heard my name in that dirty fucking mouth, never been that hard in my life. Gonna make sure that mouth is full of my name every chance I get." You scream and whimper, the sound rumbling against his hand as you get closer and closer, toes curling into your heels. The sight is so damn beautiful to him, and he just has to see what you look like when you cum in person. When you cum on his cock, not some silly toy that could never satisfy you the way he can. His free hand takes its time sliding up your blouse to palm your tits over your bra, his fingers raking over the soft skin of your stomach before stilling at your bunched up skirt around your waist, right above your clit. "You wanna cum, don't you, baby? You're gonna be good and ask nicely, yeah? Go ahead, tell Daddy you wanna cum." He moves his hand away from your mouth but keeps your head up, gripping your face instead, watching as you greedily suck in air between mindless moans. "Please Daddy, please, please, please let me cum, need to cum so fucking bad-" Your pathetic babbling cuts off when his fingers put pressure on your clit, rubbing fast circles that make your brows frown as your walls clench, the knot in your stomach slowly coming undone. "There you go, such a good girl, asking me so nicely. Cum for me, sweet girl, cum on my cock for me." And you do, harder than you have in a while, squeezing your eyes shut so hard you see white spots, those sweet, broken sobs leaving your lips involuntarily, moaning his name as he slows down.

Before you know it, you're on your knees in front of him, finally getting a full, up close and personal view of his fat cock. He's thick, pre-cum pearling at his tip as he uses your slick to finish himself off, fisting his cock feverishly. "Told you you'd get a better look, now open up sweetheart. Gonna cover that pretty face in my cum, maybe even take a picture for those depraved little boys that get off on you." He’s one to talk.. His grunts and soft whimpers between his words make you bite back an eager grin, lolling your tongue out and getting blessed with the salty taste on his tip. You keep your lips pursed on his cock, looking up at him with doe eyes that make his cock kick in his hand, your own hands resting on his thighs. He pulls some hair away from your face with his free hand and keeps it there as he finally coats your cheeks and tongue with pools of cum, chuckling through breathless moans as he slaps his cock on your tongue. He grabs his phone as his free hand leaves your hair to press his thumb on your tongue, keeping your mouth open. He groans with a smug smirk as you look up into the camera, a clear, empty head as drool dribbles down your chin and onto his fingers holding your chin. "You'll get this picture tonight when I drive you home, 'kay?" He helps you back to your feet, cleaning off your face with his handkerchief and pulling your skirt down, fixing your wrinkled blouse. “Now go finish those reports for me, try not to work too slow, don’t wanna work overtime, do you?” He softly strokes your back, coaxing you closer to your desk. "Yes, Mr. Kennedy.." You breathe out, still wobbly on your feet as you walk to your desk, feeling the sting on your ass as you sit down, shivering at the tingle. Worth it.

#ghostkennedy fic recs

[ghostkennedy]

I miss you ❤️ i know it's long gone, and it's back to southern Christian girl season (fall, i meant fall sorry lmao) how was your Halloween? Did you watch any movies? did you steal candy? Love ya

- beulah

it was freezing, but i did steal some candy and fell asleep when we were trying to watch a horror movie 💀 I MISS AND LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU

ronald mcdonald meme for one of the designated ronald mcdonald fuckers ❤️

[ghostkennedy]

this is so cute????????? thank you😭😭 ghostkennedy wasn’t complete without the ghost badge i give you so many kisses🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[ghostkennedy]

id like to solve the puzzle *metal pipe*

I LOVE U🫵🏻🫵🏻

hey bae... saw that ask abt wemkr... are you saying there's a chance for chris.... smirk emoji.....

also have a glaceon eating ice cream

baby they, i do in fact write for chris

[ghostkennedy]

Hi! Do you write for Albert Wesker? I really really really like your writing style and checked your masterlist, but there wasn’t anything for him in there. It’s perfectly fine if you don’t, I don’t want to pressure you or anything.

i don’t write for wesker i’m sorry😔 i just, don’t know how to write his character without being cringy😭 let me know if you have any requests for any other resident evil white man, i just can’t do that one❤️

[ghostkennedy]

Hey there👋 I'm a big fan of your work. I always read it when I'm taking the fattest shits🥰 I love to jerk my cockadoodledoo to your work. I can not read another leon author's work and jizz, its like edging myself because they never do the job, just like my husband Tom (fuck yourself tom, im taking the kids). You make me squirt from my ass with how good your work is. It is a devine piece of fiction that makes me want to draw a heart with the tip of my cock on my broken phone screen. I'd drag my uncut cock through broken glass and nails to see more of your work. With that out the way, do you write for the Lorax?🩷

ayo FUCK TOM HES A BITCHHHHHHH

[ghostkennedy]

Everybody's Gotta Die Sometime

~step brother Ghostface! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

happy halloween to my ghostface leon fuckers. and to hopefully my new ghostface leon fucker recruits. <3 (shoutout to @lipglossanon for making me discover my love of stepcest. and shoutout to @delusionalbunni for requesting this. and everyone in the discord server for giving me ideas constantly)

Word count: 5419

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE DON'T FUCKING EAT IT, dubcon, noncon, dom leon, stepcest, kidnapping, drugging, bodily harm, wounds, cuts, blood, knife usage, serial killer, murders, stalking, pervert leon, discusses scenes from Scream, pet names, degradation, praise, dry humping, aggressive sex, finger sucking, slapping, ass slapping, daddy kink, baby trapping, forced impregnation, talk of body changes, talk of lactation, spitting, blood eating, BREEDING KINK, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and more dirty talk then you'll know what to do with

!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!

“Run, my pretty bunny,” he whispers in your ear before pushing you down into the mud. A yelp of pain escapes from your throat as you connect with the unforgiving ground. Blood is already running down your chest from where he cut you just moments ago. A little slice to show you just how serious he was. And if it weren’t for the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you’re sure it’d hurt like a bitch.

“By time I count to twenty, you better be out of my fucking sight.” 

You push yourself up with all the strength you can muster and force yourself to move forward as he starts counting behind you. The drugs are still flowing through you, making your blood feel thick like honey. Your brain is enveloped in a dense fog that has you disorientated as you weave through the heavily wooded forest.

You know you don’t stand a chance; of course you don’t. But he wants to play this stupid game of cat and mouse, so you’ll play along; it’s probably the only way you’ll make it out of this alive. 

Your legs are unsteady as you traverse the uneven terrain, using tree branches to keep yourself up on your feet. 

Why you of all people? 

The Ghostface copy-cat killer has been terrorizing this small town for months now and you’d never heard of him taking any of his victims to the woods to play “chase.” His murders have always been quick, spontaneous, and brutal. There had never been mentions of a second location. 

You must be one lucky girl. 

You remember walking home from work. Sure, it was late at night so it was pretty dark, but you didn’t have any other choice. Your boss asked you to stay late, and if you had any hope of being brought on full time, you couldn’t say no.

So you said yes and before you could make it home, someone was grabbing you from behind and holding a towel up over your nose and mouth. Then everything went black.

And then you woke up, tied up in the woods with a bag over your head. The bag was quickly yanked off and the first thing you saw was that fucking mask. The Ghostface mask. 

You tried to fight him as best as you could, but you were far too weak, and he was far too strong. You never really stood a chance. You pleaded with him, begged him to let you go, but you were only met with anger. 

You knew you were poking the bear when you told him he wouldn’t actually do anything. And when he sliced you open across your chest with his blade, you only really had yourself to blame. And when he told you to run, that he wanted to play with you, you weren’t in any position to fight him on it.

So now you’re running through the dark wooded area. You don’t have a fucking clue where you are, you don’t know where you’re headed, you don’t have a plan, and possibly the worst part? You don’t know where he is. You somehow preferred being in that small clearing with him taunting and tormenting you than being out here amongst the trees all alone, every little sound making you jump out of your skin.

How long have you been running through the woods? Time seems to be passing by so slowly as you put forth your best effort. You’re leaned up against a tree, clinging to the bark to keep from completely toppling over. You’re so lightheaded, your head spinning, you don’t know which way is up and which way is down as the world spins around you.

Your lungs ache from the overexertion, the only things you can focus on being the sound of your heart beat pounding in your ears and fighting back the vomit threatening to spill from your throat. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your arms too weak to keep hanging onto the tree. You feel yourself falling backwards, feel yourself fainting and not being able to do anything to stop it. 

Before your body can connect with the ground, arms are wrapping around you just like they had before you passed out the first time. You groan out in pain as you’re laid gently on the forest floor.

Your head is still spinning, your eyes unable to focus as you hear a distant voice talking to you.

You slowly come back to yourself and when you do, you realize you’re looking up at Ghostface himself.

“Are you okay? Can you hear me?” He questions you. You try to answer him, but your words die in your throat. You’re still feeling too weak to even speak.

You look up at the moonlight breaking through the trees above you, thinking about how pretty of a view you get to witness while dying. You guess if you did have to choose, this is the sight you’d choose to experience while your body slowly gives up on itself.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when hands grasp your face firmly and pull you to look ahead of you. It takes a minute for you to fully process that Ghostface no longer has his mask on. And you’re sure you’ve died or are hallucinating as death pulls you under when you see the killer’s real face. And it’s not just any face, because that would be too simple. No, it’s one you recognize and one you recognize well.

You choke out words, them barely coming out above a whisper, “Leon? Is that you?”

His cocky, shit eating grin takes over his entire face. You don’t need him to respond anymore. That look is undeniably and so certainly Leon fucking Kennedy.

“In the flesh, baby sis,” he rubs his thumb across your cheek. 

“Are you- you’re Ghostface? Like, the Ghostface?” You’re trying to process what’s happening, but it’s so fucking unreal. There has to be some other explanation. 

“You’ve always been such a stupid girl.” He shakes his head as he fights back a smirk. “You never connected the dots? Never pieced it together for yourself?”

You stare up at him, giving up fighting your tears.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s you. All the random murders? Oh baby. They weren’t random,” he laughs with a look of disbelief on his face. “Let’s see. Your boyfriend? Couldn’t have him thinking what’s mine belongs to him. That girl that used to live in our neighborhood? She was always such a bitch to you.”

You search his face for any signs of what he’s getting at, but you don’t find any answers. “I don’t understand.”

“How about that barista who always had an attitude with you? Your old manager who made you uncomfortable and didn’t give a shit?”

All you can do is stare up at him. What does your old boss have to do with this? And what barista is he talking about? They’re all bitchy at the coffee shop near your place. If someone was ever nice to you there, you’d be worried about what’s wrong with the world.

“Oh! I know what’ll make you a happy little bunny! Any guesses?”

“I don’t suppose it’s you changing your mind and letting me go?”

Leon bursts out laughing at your response, “You’re so silly. No, baby. I found the lady who did that hit and run on your car. She was drunk off her ass that day and the day I found her. It amazes me how the police could never find her, yet it only took me two days. Now they’ll really never find her.”

He brings his face down to yours, until he’s barely a few inches away from you.

“You killed them?”

“Every one of them.”

“And what about the others?”

He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Some were for practice, some were for fun.” He shrugs as if he isn’t admitting to a bunch of murders. “But if they were an inconvenience to us, they had to go.”

“None of them had to die, Leon.”

“Everybody dies, bunny. Better to be by my hand than some flesh eating disease, right?” The hand not caressing your face starts to slowly roam your body, his fingers gently running down your side. 

“Please let me go. You don’t have to do this.”

You try to shake yourself beneath him, but he’s using all of his weight to pin you to the cold, muddy ground.

“Big brother just wants to take care of his little sis,” Leon coos at you, his fringe sticking to his forehead as the blood there slowly dries.

“You’re not my fucking brother, Leon. We haven’t seen each other since we were kids.” Your voice is mean, a complete contrast from the way you look. Covered in mud, tears, sweat, and blood. You can taste it on your lips.

He laughs down at you. “We haven’t? Baby. I see you all the time. I see you behind the counter at work. I see you at the grocery store when you need to pick up some milk and bread. I see you when you check your pockets for your wallet and keys before you go in the back door of your house.” He drags his knife down your neck, hard enough to sting but gentle enough to not break the skin. “I see you with your fingers buried deep in that tight cunt when you think no one is watching. I don’t just see it either, I hear it. I hear how loud and needy you are. It’s as if you’re subconsciously begging for big brother’s cock. Calling out for me to stuff this little pussy full, breed that tight hole until you can’t take it anymore. I see you everywhere you go baby, even in the privacy of your own bedroom.”

You can’t formulate a response, so you just stare up at him dumbfounded. You hope he’s bluffing–he has to be bluffing.

“So maybe you haven’t seen me since we were kids, but I see you all the time, sweet baby sis.”

“You’re lying. Anybody could say that vague shit.” You give him a dirty look as he presses the blade harshly against your skin. You hiss out at the stinging pain and cringe as you feel your warm blood ooze from the fresh wound.

“Oh? You don’t believe me?” You shake your head, further cutting yourself on the knife, yelping before stilling yourself once again. Quickly trying to correct your mistake.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he shifts his eyes as if deep in thought. “What about that step brother porn you’re always watching? Oh step bro, we can’t do this. Mom and Dad will catch us!” Your face heats at his words. “Or maybe when you shoved your hand in your panties while watching Scream? You came how many times? Do you remember, baby sis?”

You stumble over your words. “I-, um, well, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You give him a stern look, trying to emphasize your seriousness, but it’s useless.

His hand quickly wraps around your throat and squeezes. You struggle beneath him as your air is cut off, but he only squeezes tighter. 

“Stay. Still!” He screams right in your face and you freeze in fear. You hold yourself as still as possible despite not being able to breathe.

“Remember when you came when Tatum got stuck in the garage door? Or maybe when Billy revealed he was Ghostface? Or when Billy and Stu were stabbing each other?”

“No,” you squeak out, barely able to speak with your constricted airway. 

He squeezes even tighter, your face is on fire as you gasp and whine for air.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, you fucking brat.” He shakes your whole body with just the grip on your throat. “You gonna tell me the truth?” He yells out as your vision starts to blur from lack of oxygen.

He loosens his grip enough to allow some air to enter your lungs. “Tell me, god dammit!”

“Okay!” You choke out and he releases your throat. You desperately suck in air and cough from the ache in your throat. “Okay. It’s true, okay?”

“What’s true? Use your words, princess.”

“I fucking touched myself while watching a Ghostface movie! Is that what you wanted to hear? Wanted to hear me admit it even though you fucking saw it! I got off watching it, okay?”

More tears stream down your face, shame filling you after your confession. Speaking the words out loud makes it all the more real, all the more embarrassing.

How the fuck did you end up here? Exhausted in the mud beneath your ex step brother?

He sits back on his haunches and picks the mask up off the ground, quickly slipping it back on and adjusting it back into place. When his hand falls back to his side, you notice the blood smears left behind on his white mask. Your blood stains it. 

“See something you like, princess?” Leon quirks his head to the side, his voice teasing. Your face immediately heats up from being caught staring. You hadn’t meant to be staring so long.

You avert your eyes, looking off into the trees and avoiding his mask completely. 

“Why do you think I wear this fucking mask?” He spits out, aggressively grabbing your chin and making you look right into the empty eyes of the mask.

You whimper out and shake your head no. He lessens his grip on your chin in favor of running his thumb softly over your cheek. 

“Oh, baby. It’s all for you. Don’t you see it? I killed them all for you, I chose this mask because it gets you all wet, and now?” He chuckles and brings his mouth up to your ear. He whispers as if he’s divulging you in some deep, dark secret, “Now, I’m gonna fuck you while wearing this mask. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Your jaw drops as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “Wha-what? No.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

He grinds his pelvis into your abdomen and that’s when you feel it. His hard cock pushes against you and it solidifies his claim. He’s really going to fuck you.

And you want to be disgusted, you want to scream and push him off, but you don’t say a word as you clench your thighs together. You had been so caught up in the chase, so caught up in putting up a fight that you didn’t stop and realize how fucking wet you are.

You cringe at the throbbing in your cunt. Your panties and thighs are soaked, you’re sure you’ve soaked all the way through your pants as well.

You want to explain it off. It’s just an adrenaline response, it’s out of your control. But as he continues to grind into you, you find your hips raising up and meeting his rhythm. Your lip is bleeding from how harshly you’re biting it, your hands curled into clenched fists.

“There she is. There’s my dirty fucking bunny. Knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself, knew you needed your big brother’s cock.”

You whine at his words, his clothed crotch grinding into yours causing your panties to dig into your throbbing clit. The friction is so good, it has sweat beading down your back, but it just isn’t fucking enough. Not nearly enough.

“Leon,” your voice is high pitched and whiny. You lift your hands from beneath his thighs and reach out to cling to him, but he’s quick to grab your wrists in one of his hands and pin them above your head.

“None of that, baby sis. Use your words for me. What do you want?”

“Please,” you both continue rolling your hips together, finding an achingly perfect rhythm. If he keeps this up, keeps grinding into that spot that’s just right over and over, you’re gonna cum just like this. 

He grinds into your clit particularly hard and it has your eyes rolling back, a pathetic moan falling from your lips and echoing out in the empty woods surrounding you.

“Please what, princess? If I don’t know what you want I can’t give it to you. And I’ll stop right now.”

“No!”

“Then use your fucking words, you dumb bunny,” He spits at you angrily. His muffled voice through the Ghostface mask sounds like sex itself. He could say anything to you right now and it would have you drooling for him.

“Wanna cum,” you whine out, toes curling in your shoes.

He slows his hips, just barely continuing to grind into you. “Not enough.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need you inside of me.”

“See? Not so hard is it? You want big brothers cock stuffing this slutty pussy full?

You arch your back, pushing your body up into his in desperation. “Yes. Please, fuck. Need your cock.”

“Who’s cock?”

“Yours?” 

“Nu uh, not good enough.”

You whine out, kicking your feet in frustration. “Big brother’s cock. I need my big brother’s cock inside of me. I wanna feel it.”

He sits back on his haunches, releasing your hands from his grasp. His hands go down to start undoing his belt as you reach out and palm his cock through his black jeans.

You gasp as you feel how fucking big he is.

Leon clicks his tongue as he releases his belt and slowly starts working the zipper on his jeans down, “What? Not what you were expecting?”

You whimper at his cocky tone, unable to speak. The only thing you can focus on is getting his cock inside of you.

“Need your big brother to fill you up with his big cock?”

“Yes. Please,” you whine as you wiggle beneath him. You can’t make yourself stay still, your body thrashes with need. 

His pants are undone, barely hanging onto his hips when he releases your legs and pulls you up into a sitting position. He grabs your shirt and quickly pulls it over your head, tossing it off to the side haphazardly. He doesn’t even bother pulling your leggings off, grabbing the crotch and tearing it open.

“Hands and knees,” he instructs you and you immediately comply, rolling over and pushing your ass up in the air for him.

He groans at the sight of your lace panties clinging to your pussy, your arousal working as a glue. He tears your leggings further, not stopping until your whole ass is exposed for him.

He runs his fingers over your panty clad pussy and it has you pressing yourself back into his touch. He makes a sound of disapproval before a loud smack rings out, followed by a sharp stinging pain in your ass cheek. 

He presses his chest into your back, bringing his mouth down to your ear. “Such an impatient slut,” he growls as he grinds his bare cock against you. 

You go to turn your head to look back at him, but his hand is quick to grab your face and force you to look forward, before his hand roughly covers your mouth.

“Stay fucking still,” he hisses out at you, causing all of your muscles to freeze up in fear. The tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. Part of you hates it, but another part, a much bigger part, loves it and has your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“That’s it. Stay still like a good fuck bunny for your big brother.”

You feel him pull your panties away from your pussy and bunch them up and out of the way, before his fingers lightly graze around your needy hole. 

“So fucking wet. And you tried saying you didn’t want this,” he chuckles directly into your ear, sounding like pure sex to you. He releases your mouth and instead pushes your face to the ground and holds the back of your neck instead. 

His free hand leaves where he was teasing your hole, surprising you when he grabs one of your hands and brings it back to your wet cunt.

“Feel how fucking wet you are.” He pushes your fingers up against your soaked clit and your legs quiver at the sudden stimulation. “Feel that, bunny? Feel what your big brother did to you?”

You moan out as he continues rubbing your fingers into your clit.

“Yes,” your voice comes out whiny, “Big brother gets my pussy so wet.”

“Good girl. Should I give you what you want? Want me to shove my cock in my little sister’s pussy?” 

You push your ass back against his groin again. “Yes, your little sister needs her pussy bred.”

He pulls your hand from your clit and brings your wet fingers up to your mouth. “Here. Open up and tell me how this slutty pussy tastes.” 

You’ve barely opened your mouth before he’s pushing his fingers down against your tongue, causing you to eagerly lick and suck them clean. 

“That’s it, taste this sweet fucking pussy for me. Such a good slut, huh? Nothing but a fuck bunny for me,” he shoves his fingers to the back of your throat, forcing you to fight your gag reflex while tears slip from your eyes.

You choke around his fingers and he quickly pulls them from your throat.

“You like tasting your own slutty pussy?”

You can’t stop the moan that slips past your lips, “Yes. I love it.”

“You love what? Come on, baby. Use your words so I can reward you.”

Another harsh slap to your ass has you yelping out, “I love tasting my own pussy. Love when big brother makes me taste myself.”

You crane your neck to look back at Leon and he lets you look at him. Mask still in place, t-shirt bunched up above his belly, his pants and boxers pushed down his thighs. 

His cock is right against your needy hole. Just one small movement of his hips and you could finally feel him inside of you.

“There you go. Watch as big brother spreads you open on his cock.”

And then he slowly pushes forward and you look into his mask as you finally feel him inside of you. 

Your pussy is immediately clenching around him. Weak little moans continuously falling from your lips as he pushes in further and further. 

“Such a tight pussy, fuck.” He praises as he bottoms out and holds his dick inside of you. “You were made to take big brother’s cock. Look so fucking perfect like this.”

You whimper softly into the ground at his words, staying still and willing yourself to adjust to his massive dick. You feel split in half already and he hasn’t even started fucking you yet.

His hand runs up and down your back, along your spine gently. “That’s it, you got this, pretty bunny. Gonna bread this tight cunt, ruin you for anyone else.”

“Pl-please,” you whined out, “Please fuck me. I want it so bad. Big brother, please-”

You can’t even finish begging before he’s pulling out and roughly shoving his cock back into you.

“Oh my god,” your voice comes out in a tone you don’t even recognize as your own. “Yes, yes, yes, please. Oh fuck.”

He roughly grips your hip as he effortlessly thrusts in and out of your soaking wet pussy. 

“You like that, baby sis? Already going dumb on my cock and I haven’t even properly started fucking you yet. Such a pathetic little whore, my pathetic little whore. Taking my cock so fucking well.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slowly starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. 

“All yours. Your whore,” you aren’t able to finish your statement before he starts aggressively fucking his cock into you. The only sounds leaving your mouth are broken gasps. The pleasure is too intense for you to make any other noise, mouth stuck open on a silent moan.

He moves his hand from the back of your throat, instead grabbing a handful of your hair harshly and yanking you back until your head is against his shoulder. The moan you release is nothing short of pornographic at the pain in your scalp.

He chuckles before speaking right against your ear, “Fucking take it, you stupid whore. Dumb little sis likes it rough. I’ll fucking give it to you just like you want it. Gonna fucking break you.”

“Oh fuck yes, daddy,” you don’t even register the words you’ve said until Leon let’s out a loud moan.

“Daddy? You dirty little girl. Want daddy to breed you? Need daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes. God, yes.” You’re too far gone in a pleasure filled haze to be embarrassed about calling him daddy. Fuck, you’d call him anything he asks right now.

“Gonna let daddy put a baby in you? Keep you tied to me forever.” He’s practically growling in your ear at this point, so worked up over you calling him daddy. “Gonna swell up with my baby and everyone will know how good I fuck you.”

“No, daddy, we can’t,” you try to reason with him through your brain fog.

He laughs loudly in your ear. “But I can, and I will. God, your boobs are gonna fucking leak all over. Gonna fucking suck those milky tits dry.”

You can’t stop yourself from clenching around his dick at his filthy words.

“Ugh, knew you’d like that. Gonna be tied to daddy forever. You’ll never fucking escape me. Gonna keep this pussy stuffed, gonna make you pop out all my babies. Gonna fucking show you how much of a daddy I am, baby.”

He quickly pulls out of you making you whine out in disappointment. But it doesn’t last long, as he throws you on your back. He wraps your thighs around his hips and shoves his dick back inside of you. 

He goes back to his unforgiving pace and all you can do is stare up into the Ghostface mask, which only intensifies your pleasure.

Your hands trail up his chest until you’re gripping the back of his neck and pulling him closer into you. You go back and forth between staring into the mask and squeezing your eyes shut.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you're desperate for skin to skin contact. So you grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head, but in the process, you pull his mask off with it. 

Then it’s just you and Leon staring right at each other’s faces. Sweat pours from his forehead, his mouth slightly agape as he pants from the exertion, and his eyes blown wide with lust. He looks like an absolute madman, but you suppose that’s because he is.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up into his body. Your chest presses into his as you connect your lips with his. One of his arms wraps around your lower back while he uses his other arm to hold you two up. He thrusts, never once slowing.

The kiss is sloppy. Your tongues immediately come together and explore each other completely. Spit drips down your chin as you moan into the kiss.

He bites your lip, you bite his. He sucks on your tongue, you suck on his. He sucks your lips until they ache, and you suck his lips with everything you have.

You finally break the kiss, but keep your foreheads pressed together. 

Leon pushes your bodies down, your back connecting harshly to the cold ground. He grabs your calves and brings your ankles to his shoulders.

“Oh god, daddy. Yes, fuck, please, fuck, just like that. Please, please, please, daddy, fuck.” You don’t process anything you’re saying. Words just keep falling from your lips as he continuously pounds deeply into you.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up, baby sis. And you’re gonna take all of it. God, gonna breed my baby sister’s tight pussy. Gonna let daddy breed you, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please.” 

He brings his hand down between you two, ru

bbing your clit harshly causing you to cry out loudly at the intensity.

“Who’s gonna breed this pussy? Who’s baby is gonna grow in this fucking belly?”

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as your whole body feels more and more wound up, fastly approaching your release.

“Fucking answer me. Who’s breeding this tight cunt? Who’s cock are you gonna cum all over?”

“Yours. Yours, daddy. Gonna, fuck, gonna cream my big brother’s big fucking cock.”

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how good big brother’s cock is making you feel.” He’s groaning, borderline growling, as he ruthlessly pounds into you.

You force your eyes open, force yourself to look into his eyes. “You daddy. You’re making my slutty pussy feel so fucking good. God, your cock is making my pussy feel so good. Big brother’s cock is making me feel so good. I wanna cum all over it.”

“Come for daddy, then. Cream my fucking cock like the dirty whore you are.” He pulls his hand from your clit so he can hold your thighs up more firmly. “Rub yourself for me. Wanna watch you push yourself over the edge.”

Your hand quickly reaches down, quickly rubbing fast circles on your soaking wet clit. 

“Look at me while you cum on my cock. Be a good whore and look at who’s fucking you like this.”

You bite your lip until you taste blood again. Moaning loudly as you stare up at Leon and rubbing your clit furiously. You’re desperately trying to cum, desperately trying to push yourself over the edge. But no matter how close you feel, you can’t send yourself over the edge.

Until a stinging, blinding pain seers into the back of your thigh and you can’t even process the warm blood pouring from the freshly sliced wound before you’re cumming. Cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Not one inch of your body isn’t shaking, not one part of you not exploding with intense pleasure.

You’re screaming, your throat burning from the strain. You have to force yourself to stop as the overstimulation sets in.

“Dad, daddy, please. Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” You’re practically sobbing now, but your request is ignored.

He pushes your ankles off of his shoulders and you immediately lock them behind his back. One of his hands grips your jaw and spits on your cheek.

“You’re gonna fucking take it, fucking whore.” His other hand runs down the middle of your chest, coating it in fresh blood. You look down and see your dry blood combining with the new blood, staining nearly your whole chest red.

A sharp slap meets your cheek. Your cheek burns and your ear rings from the sheer force of the hit. Before you can even yelp out in pain, his blood soaked fingers are being shoved into your mouth and you’re immediately hit with the copper taste.

“I’m cumming, fuck. Breeding baby sister’s greedy fucking hole. Take it, you stupid slut. Fucking take it, fuck.” His thrusts slow, but are just as hard as he cums deep inside of you. 

You’re too distracted sucking his fingers clean to register what the stinging pain in your abdomen is. 

Leon groans and moans above you as he comes down from his high. He finally looks back down at your face and can’t stop himself from smiling at the blood and dirt all over your body. He could eat you alive right now, and he just might.

He slowly pulls his spent cock out of you, causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness and the feeling of his cum steadily dripping from your abused hole.

He sits back on his haunches and lets out a throaty laugh. “Would you look at that,” You follow the direction of his eyes down to your abdomen where you see blood pooling. He quickly picks up his discarded shirt and wipes away the excess blood, causing you to hiss out in pain. 

But he finally uncovers his handiwork for you to see in all its glory. And you gasp out in shock at the sight of it.

Carved into your skin are messily drawn letters. L.S.K. 

“See? You’ll never forget who you fucking belong to now.”

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[ghostkennedy]

Hey, bby gurl, so this is my first time asking, so I don't really know what I'm doing. I was wondering if you could do something where it's a ghostface Leon that is obsessed with the reader, stalker vibes, and it ends up with her getting chased in the woods (the reader is secretly into it tho) and they end up fucking basically. Ima let you fill in the blanks with how creative you are pooks💗

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done, done, and done. all i have to do is edit it and i'll be uploading it on halloween, so be on the lookout for it. hope you like stepcest... love you bunni, hope you're fucking readyyyyyyyyy